The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 110

"You were running a fever all night, rambling in your sleep. Careful now let me help you sit up. You should eat something."

Violet glanced at the bowl of soup Xenia had brought upstairs.

"I made this for you. Try it, see if you like it."

With Violet's steadying arm, McNeil slowly pushed himself upright.

He took a spoonful from the bowl Violet offered. The soup was warm and sweet, with a hint of crystal sugar-a comforting taste that felt oddly familiar.

He paused, a memory tugging at him. "Did you make this yourself?"

Why did it taste exactly like the soup Victoria used to make for him and Gwyneth?

Violet nodded, a hopeful smile on her face. "Yes. I even added a little sugar. Don't you like it?"

She'd taken extra care in the kitchen, wanting everything just right.

McNeil didn't answer. He just lowered his eyes and finished the soup. In no time, he'd emptied the bowl.

His stomach was finally full, but somehow, his heart still felt hollow.

to put away the dishes, McNeil reached for his

called Victoria several times, but she

hand, had tried

picking up. So I came here this morning-I'm

set the phone aside with a quiet sigh. “I'm the one who should apologize.

fluttered at

he hadn't been with Victoria after all—he'd just been

back and

bodyguards. Who

replied curtly, making it clear he didn't want to

in chaos, with reporters gleefully spreading the story far and wide. All of Starfall City now knew that the Hughes family heiress had smashed

McNeil and Violet's very public appearance together had

of the town for

doubt, McNeil's grandfather had seen it

the rest of the city didn't know about Victoria's history with the Simms family, but the old

to Simms' fiancée-in the public eye looked every bit like

party, the reporters had painted her

favored Victoria. After seeing those

and

so angry? Because he found out you took me to Janice's